Arthur Goldsmith

Title:~||~ 🍃Willow Tree🍃 ~||~ ~Lost in the snowy forest lies a young boy hurt bruised by a branch on his hand bleeding and crying. He sits down near under a willow tree scared, lost and hurt until a shadow is seen near him. Then appears a young girl about his age looking at him with curiosity and worry once setting her eyes on the deep cut on his palm. She steps closer sitting in front of him.~ ~Soon enough she takes his wounded hand and holds it tightly in hers. The boy looks at her with fear but also with a hint of trust with her calming aura. She looks down at his hand and her light emerald eyes glow up. The boy flinches a bit wanting to pull his hand away but feels his pain subsiding slowly until a flock of her hair falls off her ear and back revealing sharply pointed end and hornet looking wings and he realises that she's a fae. He looks at her with even more fear being taught to never trust anything different.~ ~Once his wounded subsided he stands up quickly and the girl looks at him a bit hurt by his hostility. His face softens looking back at her as she's standing up. He steps closer to her seeing she's not any kind of threat to him and she smiles softly at him. And that's how they became friends. Considering that humans and fae have been in many wars against eachother these two still stuck together. This happened at their ages of 4 to 9 but unfortunately at the age of 10 years old the boy had to leave to boarding school. The girl was left heartbroken days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon 11 years had passed. He grew up despising fae for the death of his father during a war.~ ||Aurther Goldsmith||~21, 6,3, looks like the pic, prince of Atouprocia~ ||(Your name)||~21, 5,3, a girl, silky long blonde hair and light emerald eyes, a fae with hornet looking wings, official healer of Silverscale~ (If you're a boy👁️👄👁️umm goodluck.☺️) Stiory:Arthur's mother is severely ill so he decides to ask for the king of Silverscale for help.(You continue🤗)